- Lora Hart: [into the phone] Operator! Operator! Operator!
- [Nick hangs up the phone and knocks her unconcious]
- Maloney: Say, I was afraid the hospital would burn down before I could get into it. Now I have to watch myself with matches.
- Maloney: Take my tip and stay away from interns. They're like cancer... the disease is known but not the cure.
- Lora Hart: I'll call the doctor.
- Nick, the Chauffeur: Listen, you'll do what I tell you.
- Lora Hart: What are you trying to do? What he did?
- Nick, the Chauffeur: No, but you're not gonna call a doctor. You're a nurse, you give her the works yourself.
- Lora Hart: I can't, except under doctor's orders.
- Nick, the Chauffeur: Oh, yes you can, and what's more, you will.
- [Nick squeezes her wrist tightly]
- Lora Hart: I can't very well with a broken wrist.
- [Lora picks up the phone]
- Lora Hart: Operator, operator, get me a doctor quick!
- Nick, the Chauffeur: Hang up, or I'll break your neck.
- Lora Hart: What right have you to?
- Nick, the Chauffeur: Plenty.
- Mrs. Ritchey: Oh, be quiet!
- Nick, the Chauffeur: Ah, shut up!
- Mrs. Ritchey: Oh, don't be sore, Nicky, Kiss me.
- Nick, the Chauffeur: [to Lora] Get busy.
- Lora Hart: I tell you I can't without the proper authority.
- Nick, the Chauffeur: I give you the authority.
- Mrs. Ritchey: Don't stand there staring at me like that! I'm a dipsomaniac and I'm proud of it. You hear? I'm a dipsomaniac and I like it! I like it!
- Maloney: There's only one guy in the world that can do a nurse any good and that's a patient with dough! Just catch one of them with a high fever and a low pulse and make him think you saved his life and you'll be getting somewhere.
- Mrs. Maxwell: [desperately pleading for the last time] Can't we try giving her a milk bath? My sister saved her own child that way.
- Lora Hart: [grumbles in frustration] Oh I suppose it's worth a try. But I need milk, 10, 12, 15 quarts! Say Bootlegger, can you get that?
- Mortie: Well... where do you buy milk?
- Lora Hart: In the grocery, a delicatessen!
- Lora Hart: I wish I could find one of those doctors.
- Mrs. Maxwell: [drunk, speaking honestly] Don't get Ranger, I don't like him.
- Lora Hart: [turns around in surprise] You don't?
- Mrs. Maxwell: Nope. Had my suspicions confirmed.
- Lora Hart: [to the unconscious girl wasting away from malnutrition] Poor little Nanny, nobody cares if you live or die.
- Archie - Father-to-Be: Gee, I hope my baby's a boy.
- Archie's Wife: I'll do my best, Archie.
- Archie - Father-to-Be: Attagirl, Mumsy.
- Mrs. Maxwell: They're too young to know the difference between dreams and facts. You must realize that whenever they tell you anything.
- Dr. Milton A. Ranger: I like your spirit. Just put it to use in the interest of your doctor, can you?
- Lora Hart: I think I can.
- Mrs. Ritchey: Go back and be barkeeper. Tishy wants a drink! Oh, Tishy wants a drink, Mack.
- Lora Hart: Mrs. Ritchey. Mrs. Ritchey!
- Mrs. Ritchey: What?
- Lora Hart: I wanna speak to you.
- Mrs. Ritchey: Yeah? Well, go back of the bar and give Tishy a little drink.